Oh the Glory

Scent of YouGrief like molten lava, fervid and burning, encompasses all my decaying memories. I feel it like a shot.Scent of You
Lovely pain, soft as swords, you frustrate me. Please go, Forgotten though you were, I hear the footsteps in the hall -
This old house is dead and tired. Truth and Untruth are brothers; they lie in dumb apathy while the barren walls creak.
Grief like molten lava Love like quiet snow The steam is rising, and all that is left is the scent of you.

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BT.
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
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Eschew obfuscation. Espouse elucidation.
Lovely photography.
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*PROD OF DEATH*
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Had a violent struggle taken place?
There was every sign that lead there.
Witness found a switchblade on the ground.
Was the victim unaware?
what's supsup with you?
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Eschew obfuscation. Espouse elucidation.
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im in ur arkeedan
critin ur monsturs
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